My son and I nicknamed this spot on Lynchcombe the bus stop years ago. We were looking out for silver-washed fritillaries, after not seeing any for a long time, three appeared together – just like buses.

And Finally…

One of my son’s pictures of a migrant hawker. Over the years we have gone on many visits across Somerset and Devon photographing dragonflies. So being on Lynchcombe with him today, just before he returns to university, was a special day.